Back From the Dead
Months go by with a major election in the forefront of peoples’ minds (or at least not entirely pushed to the back of peoples’ attentions) and nary a peep from a big-mouthed wop. All of August, September, October, Halloween, Election Day, and the first third of November.
Either that shows amazing restraint upon my part or amazing irresponsibility on my part as a blogger. Let’s call it both.
Thanks to our veterans and soldiers serving abroad.
Veterans and soldiers serving at home and overseas… my gratitude and thanks.
In any case, I enjoyed a remarkable summer, worked with my Old Man a little, spent time with The Boy, goaded a foaming left-leaner with whom I am acquainted, visited folks from high school, saw some faces I haven’t seen in many years, and voted.
The campaigns finally finished. We know our next President. While his general policies and ideas don’t bring me much rest, the fact that we know the results brings a certain peace of mind.
I can’t help but think back four and eight years ago when certain left-leaners went bonkers and took leave of their senses… Sore losers wanted nothing to do with W, going so far as to use “Not My President” as a slogan. About four yeas ago, one of my very good friends likened one of Bush 43’s administration as a guy who licks poop from Cheney’s ass. In spite of his less than sterling political analysis, he really is a good guy.
What about now? Should I get behind a little turnabout? Surely, posting a “November 6, 2012” bumper-sticker would be comparable. Maybe emphasize the word Mister when saying “Mister Obama”?
Aside from sounding like a petulant high school jackass, I wouldn’t say that because the man will become my President starting on Inauguration Day. Period.
We’re Americans, damn it. Folks need to drop this childish nonsense. This isn’t like voting for Prom Queen. This is the Presidency of the United States of America. Vote or don’t vote, but the guy’s our President starting January 20th next year.
Apparently, we have some dissenters on my side of the aisle who already declared words that essentially say Senator Obama will not be their President. That attitude is simply anti-American.
I suspect a good percentage of those folks merely want to voice their opposition in the strongest possible terms. To be honest, saying the guy isn’t your President for those reasons is like calling someone a racist or a fascist who isn’t either a racist or a fascist. What happens when someone comes along who fits the bill? You’ve already watered down the requirements for declaring a President-Elect to not be your President.
Grow some stones, jackasses. We’ve got standards… and we’re going to show the eternally offended folks from the party that clings to tolerance and diversity (as long as it suits their agenda) what the words Loyal Opposition means.
Either that shows amazing restraint upon my part or amazing irresponsibility on my part as a blogger. Let’s call it both.
Thanks to our veterans and soldiers serving abroad.
“Sergeant, you’re out of uniform!”
“Sir, yes, sir! I’m following orders, sir!”
“What the Hell kind of orders are you talking about, soldier?”
“I’m serving a broad, sir.”
“You’ll knock off the smart-ass bullshit if you know what’s good for you. Now drop and give me twenty!”
“With respect, sir, should I start over or continue where I left off?”
Veterans and soldiers serving at home and overseas… my gratitude and thanks.
In any case, I enjoyed a remarkable summer, worked with my Old Man a little, spent time with The Boy, goaded a foaming left-leaner with whom I am acquainted, visited folks from high school, saw some faces I haven’t seen in many years, and voted.
The campaigns finally finished. We know our next President. While his general policies and ideas don’t bring me much rest, the fact that we know the results brings a certain peace of mind.
I can’t help but think back four and eight years ago when certain left-leaners went bonkers and took leave of their senses… Sore losers wanted nothing to do with W, going so far as to use “Not My President” as a slogan. About four yeas ago, one of my very good friends likened one of Bush 43’s administration as a guy who licks poop from Cheney’s ass. In spite of his less than sterling political analysis, he really is a good guy.
What about now? Should I get behind a little turnabout? Surely, posting a “November 6, 2012” bumper-sticker would be comparable. Maybe emphasize the word Mister when saying “Mister Obama”?
Aside from sounding like a petulant high school jackass, I wouldn’t say that because the man will become my President starting on Inauguration Day. Period.
We’re Americans, damn it. Folks need to drop this childish nonsense. This isn’t like voting for Prom Queen. This is the Presidency of the United States of America. Vote or don’t vote, but the guy’s our President starting January 20th next year.
Apparently, we have some dissenters on my side of the aisle who already declared words that essentially say Senator Obama will not be their President. That attitude is simply anti-American.
I suspect a good percentage of those folks merely want to voice their opposition in the strongest possible terms. To be honest, saying the guy isn’t your President for those reasons is like calling someone a racist or a fascist who isn’t either a racist or a fascist. What happens when someone comes along who fits the bill? You’ve already watered down the requirements for declaring a President-Elect to not be your President.
Grow some stones, jackasses. We’ve got standards… and we’re going to show the eternally offended folks from the party that clings to tolerance and diversity (as long as it suits their agenda) what the words Loyal Opposition means.
posted by Badda at
3:34:00 PM
